Copying Hate Poems

Seriously, it's not that I'm a depressed person. Really, I'm not. I couldn't- well, I guess that's not true, there are ways I could be happier, but they will never come, and I know that. Yes, okay, maybe that does sound depressed, like "you need help" depressed". And if it doesn't to you, even better. I'm really not, though. I love life, I love all of that. But today, I was going through random blogs and I came across these poems about hate. I really liked them and wanted to do one for myself. This poem will range from everything to everything else.

I hate that I want to write this poem.

I hate feeling like I'm copying.

I hate people who do copy.

I hate not knowing if I'm one of them.

I hate that I hate everything about myself in other people.

I hate when you're sad.

I hate that it makes me sadder.

I hate that I care so much.

I hate that you don't.

I hate you with them.

I hate you without me.

I hate me without you.

I hate that you don't even think about me.

I hate how obsessive this feels.

I hate that nothing seems right without you.

I hate how hardly anything happened.

I hate how long ago everything was.

I hate that this isn't killing you. Or even hurting.

I hate how it's doing both to me.

I hate how cynical I've become.

I hate how you haven't.

I hate that you've changed.

I hate how I can't help it.

I hate that I'm writing this about that.

I hate the ending of this song.

I hate that I have to change it every three minutes.

I hate that you cloud up my thoughts, and I never pass your mind.

I hate how happy you seem.

I hate how obvious it must be.

I hate how gross I feel.

I hate that you said that.

I hate that every song reminds me of you.

I hate my smile.

I hate my frown.

I hate not doing either.

I hate looking stupid in front of you.

I hate how "I hate" is the two first words in every line.

I hate how great you were.

I hate that you couldn't do it.

I hate not knowing if you wanted to.

I hate knowing you did.

I hate not knowing anything anymore.

I hate being opinionated.

I hate not knowing what I believe.

I hate that you wrote that.

I hate vacuum cleaners.

I hate the sound they make.

I hate that I had to turn the sound up.

I hate how I got side- tracked.

I hate how that's probably grammatically wrong.

I hate how that word was probably spelled wrong.

I hate that I care about something so little.

I hate how big my eyes are.

I hate how threatened I feel by everyone.

I hate that I hide.

I hate my wall.

I hate that she's the best part of Spanish.

I hate that I'm not.

I hate that you don't notice him.

I hate that you probably think I'm weird.

I hate that you'll never read this.

I hate that, if you did, you'd never guess it was about you.

Or written by me.

I hate that that didn't say I hate.

I hate when my foot falls asleep.

I hate that I'm fucking blind as a bat.

I hate contacts.

I hate glasses more.

I hate that he was gay.

I hate that you aren't.

I hate that we barely talk.

I hate small talk.

I hate the way my brain works.

I hate that I can never make the cut.

I hate how itchy I am.

I hate that I have writers' block.

I hate how that apostrophe looks.

I hate the spelling check on here.

I hate the exorcist.

I hate it coming out on my birthday.

I hate that I love you.

I hate that she thinks he even compares.

I hate how arrogant that sounded.

I hate how ugly my hands are.

I hate that I don't know what song to listen to.

I hate clicking the wrong button.

I hate it when you put your hands so close.

I hate how I can't FUCKING see!

I hate how much I love you with your nerdy glasses.

I hate my life lately.

I hate that I'm so crazy about you.

I hate knowing I never cross your mind.

I hate how I already said that.

I hate that the keyboard was crooked.

I hate that she's so pretty.

I hate how I'm not.

I hate how people tell me I am, and I don't believe them.

I hate how I know I am.

I hate that you don't think so.

I hate how movies portray love.

I hate that I secretley want it.

I hate knowing I'd go farthest with you.

I hate that you probably couldn't care less.

I hate the word probably.

I hate how much I've used it.

I hate my tummy.

I hate that she won't go upstairs.

I'm scared of telling you.

I'm scared of not telling you.

I'm scared of crying in front of you.

I'm scared of crying in front of anyone.

I'm scared for myself for actually listening to Miley Cyrus.

I'm scared that I like this song.

I'm scared of finals.

I'm scared I'll never find someone like you.

I'm scared it'll just be the same thing.

I'm scared of letting them in.

In spite of it all,

I love the way you raise one eyebrow when you're trying not to laugh.

I love that we still do talk even though it's nothing like before.

I love this song.

I love our song.

I love that you're happy, even though it's not with me.

I love knowing how happy we'd be.

I love the feeling.

I love knowing that this really helped.

I love wanting to do it again.

I love sushi.

I love how grossed out you were.

I love how you made me laugh.

I love that I was dorky in front of you.

I love how I can think of these lines in seconds.

I love how they ooze truth, even though you might deny it.

I love that I still remember, because if I did't, I'd never guess.

I love what happened with us.

I love how you look.

I love how you dress, even though people say you look gay.

I love your confidence.

I love how we talked.

I love how you laugh.

I love remembering.

I love it if it's about you.

I love how I've been smiling.

I love how you've always had that effect on me.

I love you, and there's noting you can do about it.

I love you more than her.

I love you more than she ever will.

I love everything about you, even though you drive me crazy.

I love you.

Good? Bad? Let me know please. It honestly didn't take long, and isn't anywhere near as good as the one I read. But it does help a lot, because right now I feel great :), you won't see smiley faces come from me very much. But I feel elated right now, so I can't help it. By the way, I really don't like Miley Cyrus at all! But this one song isn't too bad. Anyways, my little movating thingy is to write this kind of blog about someone you might love.